Letras
My left hand on my leather wheel
My right on a female neck
Doing her job, ready to come
I feel alright at 200 miles
Sirens are howling, my bitch is screaming
Cops seem to want something
I'm over the limit, slam on the brakes
I need to get out to breathe the air
Oh, yeah!
Hands on the hood of my Corvette
I feel at ease to regurgitate
You have the right to remain cool
Anything you say can and will be used
In magazines If you can't afford a whore
One will be provided for you
Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho
Don't you know that rock stars never go to jail?
Ho, Ho, Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
Guilty for having too much fun
Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho
Don't you know that rock stars never go to jail?
Ho, Ho, Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
Guilty for having too much fun
A shithead dare to cross my path
To think I won't lose time to teach him math
Jacked closed, stopping the pose
Two minutes and I'll be suave again
Punch him in his loser face
Send him far away in outer space
His fucking head, right down on the ground
The Cops are sounding the end of the round
With a gun aimed at me
I feel more secure to pee
You have the right to remain cool
Anything you say can and will be used
In magazines If you can't afford a whore
One will be provided for you
Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho
Don't you know that rock stars never go to jail?
Ho, Ho, Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
Guilty for having too much fun
Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho
Don't you know that rock stars never go to jail?
Ho, Ho, Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
Guilty for having too much fun
Guilty for being young!
Guilty for being cool!
Guilty for having much fun than you!
(Solo)
Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho
Don't you know that rock stars never go to jail?
Ho, Ho, Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
Guilty for having too much fun
Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho
Don't you know that rock stars never go to jail?
Ho, Ho, Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
Guilty for having too much fun
(Party and alcohol
Drugs and red lights
Drugs and red lights.)
I don't go to jail!